The other occupants

the other occupants

“I never knew you guys live in my room watching everything I did in stealth. What a shame!” Mahesh said with mock horror.

“No one knows, till they are dead. Once they are dead they can’t share the information to the living.” Vinay laughed.

They were sitting on his bed that is his ex bed, the bed on which he used to sleep when he was alive.

It was quite tough to get back here from the hospital. He could not hop into a train or bus because they went through him. So he had to walk all the way, asking the helpful ghosts the direction to his own home.

He realized our dependence to public transports to the core. We just hop on them and give the name of the place and then close our eyes; never even caring about the route.

Now, all ghosts are not helpful, some are mournful, some sad and some really scary. Even after knowing that they can’t kill him they scared him. They can temporarily immobilize another ghost after causing him immense, deathlike pain.

He was chased by one of them for hours.

When he reached his home it was two years past his death. He walked through the door and reached his home to discover his younger brother Manish sleeping on his bed.

There was someone else in the room; a tall guy, sitting on his writing desk watching Manish with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

“Hey!” the man instantly noticed him. “It’s my room!”

“I beg your pardon?” he asked trying to control his anger. He was bone tired after walking and running through the maze like streets of Kolkata.

“You heard what I said!” the guy was standing right in front of him, his nose almost touching his.

“It’s my home, its I mean it was my bedroom when I was alive.” He coldly corrected him.

“When you were alive…..” the guy retorted. “I have been living in this room for last five hundred years. That is in this space, everything that was built here, or was here; including a tree four hundred years back was my home.”
“Now let me think….” He continued in a mocking tone, “You shifted here ten years back, right? Correct me if I am wrong.”

He stopped when he saw the sad, helpless look on Mahesh’s face.

“OK. You can stay here till you are reborn. You guys always get caught by the grabbers any way; you can rarely outsmart them for more than few months.”

He took out a beautiful bedspread from his cabinet and spread it out on his bed, covering Manish under it too.

Then he placed two pillows on the bed.

“You can share this bed with me, it will be night soon, that is your brother’s day and our night.”

“No he did not felt any thing when I covered him up with the sheet or dropped that pillow on his head. Our worlds are parallel to living world. We can see them but they can’t feel anything that’s happening here. Our advantage stops there. We can’t touch them or their things.”

“All those haunting stories are rare phenomenon, most of them are natural things like poltergeists or electromagnetic fields or simple fear. Once in a blue moon some places empower the ghosts of that place to touch living things or do other things. But that’s very, very rare.”

“Who are grabbers?” Mahesh asked.

“They are self declared heroes; they think it’s their moral duty to save the spirit world from getting over-crowded. They skulk around here and there with a special grenade. If that grenade hits you, you are a gone case. It will blow you to pieces and release your energy to be re-sucked into mortal world. You will be born again but fresh, without any memory of anything. ”

“I know what you are thinking about, those souls use the portal for re-birth. That portal tries to erase the memory of their previous lifetimes but sometimes fails. There are portals everywhere which souls can use if they want to be born again. These grabbers have problem with souls like me, souls absolutely not interested in taking birth again; or those who are unaware of the portal. There are lots of them, souls that think that they are still alive.”

He got his demo the very next day, that is, night.

They were sitting on a high-rise watching souls sailing around them. There were human beings too, quite a lot of them, returning from office; packed up in buses and taxis.

“Here they come!” Vinay said in a disturbed tone.

He too could see them, there were four of them, they had a small grenade like thing in their hand; they threw it inside a bus packed with souls and human beings.

Vinay took to his heels and Mahesh followed him. Once inside the rooms he instantly asked, “What will happen to the people inside the bus?”

“I told you, nothing from our world can touch people, things of your world. That explosion will kill only the souls there.”

Sharmishtha Basu


Author: sharmishtha basu

Well, Sharmishtha Basu is fifth child of Late Dr. Shibaprasad Basu, she is Bengali, Indian, she took birth in Tundla, Uttar Pradesh, lived in and around Uttar Pradesh for the first sixteen years of her life, then returned to Burdwan, West Bengal , her family has dwelled there for five hundred years or so and are still dwelling there, she lived in West Bengal till 2015 February, since February 2015 she is living in Hyderabad. She is unemployed, unmarried so with lot of time and excessive energy, some evil people made her dreams of having a normal career impossible but that did not diminished her energy, so she utilizes her time and energy mainly by painting and writing, hoping that her books will become her dream career, her salvation in her words, she is a blend of bhaktiyoga and karmayoga. You can contact her through her blogs (main blog), her facebook page, amazon page or emails &

2 thoughts on “The other occupants”

    1. thanks sandeep, the imagination in this case was my brother’s, he had this dream that the bombs that ghost throw at each other don’t kill us, kill them… that gave the idea of this story 🙂


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